In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclane's P.O.V 

"Are you sure you're alright?" I pursue after him.

Entering into his office, I scan my surroundings and am impressed with what I see.

The walls consist of dark wood panels with bookshelves stacked neatly in corners.

The floors are a Slightly lighter colour than the walls but are not too light.

A big mahogany desk is placed in the middle—facing towards the door— with black leather seats which are placed in front of it.

It seems odd having such dark colour schemes but the huge floor to ceiling window contradicts the colours as it lets in streams of sunlight, lighting the room up adequately without any need for artificial lighting.

My gaze directs back to him as he mutters a low curt ‘fine: Only now do I take note of the presence of another man.

The very same one who we just met in the elevator.

He's adorable in a way.

Adorkable, if I dare say.

"I haven't introduced myself"

I say as I place my hand out for him to shake, throwing Damien a pointed look while I do so, "I'm Serena Mclane"

I say smiling.

The guy who doesn't appear to be much older than me, smiles and shakes my hand.

"I'm Max, it's nice to meet you."

"I need the other files I told you about.’’ Damien says loudly as he leans across his desk, rifling through papers.

"Yes sir’ Max immediately gets into action, passing me a smile he fixes his square black glasses, and then rushes down the hall once more.

I'm sure, working for a man like Damien Stryker will make anyone rush around as if the hounds of hell are chasing after them.

And how lucky I am that I'll be having the pleasure of working with him.

"So what should I do?"

I ask, wanting to help.

Damien seems to be busy walking up to one of the panels— not covered by a bookshelf— and then pressing a certain place.

I curiously look around his shoulder only to see a section of the panel slide back and instead reveal a black box.

A safe.

Damien puts his hand on a small screen as it scans his hand and then makes a weird robotic noise, he punches in a passcode, the door to the safe swinging open.

I'm surprised Damien has let me see he has a safe in his office but I mean after all the time we are going to spend together, I'll be bound to know a few things here and there.

takes

me, I find myself practically shoved in his chest, way

that entails a number

says while opening the lid of

drops open as I glance from him to the box

is expected of me to wear a ring but

playing tricks on me or am

furrow as I glance

but it is there, probably by the way he

country and spends quite a long time there that they pick up an accent but

so hard on this? Damien

to be the type to go on vacations and

too into his work and other activities to

I cant accept it

I find myself saying.

ring is

know nothing about rings but I can

as do the other stones,that surround the main one- the band

clue except

also very

"Why not?"

asks, he

accept the ring.I mean it's a family heirloom.You should give this to the girl you're actually going to ask to be getting engaged

try to clarify, seeing his confusing

"But I am.To you."

He tries to explain.

shake my head, taking another

fiance so you have to.This’' Damien pauses, testing the words in his

to be confused

"Protect me, from what?"

become important without making a few enemies,’ he says

I am not there to do

says, more serious then he

I'll oblige Damien gently grabs my hand, holding it firmly in his, and

throat goes dry and my face flushes at

would have been an intimate gesture had this not been

a befogged mind? We both

leave his back as he now

now mine, I can't help but to move my hand

indeed heavy as I

shutting closed, signalling that Max has left, snaps

where

as he walks towards

act more than as

wondering as if how on earth to

to his desk, passing him

me an unamused look

delight, it's one of those swivel ones and so that makes me spin